Empty Fullness

There are times, like today, when a large part of me wishes that I was living in a monastery or some place insulated from worldly events or worries, where I could live a simple, devotional life, devoid of complexities and focused solely on spiritual matters.  However, the fact is that would not be useful to me or others.  I would miss out on what I call the “empty fullness” of life, the idea that each moment is both empty and full.  Empty in that it really doesn't mean much in the  overall picture and can appear tragic. Full in terms of each moment being an invitation to recognize the mystery, to know and express love.